All Chapters of Rejected by My Mate, Fated to the Lycan King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

(Hilda)“Hilda, as soon as we return, I’ll make you my Luna.” This is what my mate Alpha Soren told me before we went to the battlefield together.“Hilda, you are the only one I ever want. You are the only Luna for me.” This is what he said before I was losing consciousness in his arms.He frowned and held my drifted gaze, repeating his promise solemnly.But I woke to the scent of herbs and betrayal.Not from wounds or war, but from watching Soren place the Luna crown on another’s head.***The first thing I see is Soren, standing stiffly by the window, arms crossed, jaw tight. Soren towered over most men, his tall, broad frame a commanding presence forged by years of battle and leadership. He looks every inch the Alpha he was born to be.I can’t help but beam at the sight of him. Knowing he’s here and safe makes my heart leap. We grew up together, training side by side, sharing our dreams and ambitions. I’m his mate, his Beta, his equal and he’s always been my rock.We’ve love

(Hilda)My eyes lock with Soren’s. I wait. I wait for him to say no. For him to step between us. For him to remember he loved me.But all I get is silence. Then, quietly—too quietly—he speaks.“Fine.”That word. That word detonates inside my chest. A simple syllable, and my world collapses.He doesn’t argue. Doesn’t protest. Doesn’t care.Damon steps forward and grabs my arm. His touch is branding. I try to yank free, but I’m too weak.“You see?” Damon hisses in my ear. “Nobody’s coming for you. You’re mine now.”“No,” I whisper. “No, I’m not.”His grip tightens. “Oh, but you are. And I’m going to enjoy breaking that defiant little spark.”I twist back to Soren. “You’re really going to let him do this?” I ask, almost laughing at the absurdity of it all. “After everything? After us?”Soren doesn’t flinch. “This is what’s best. You need to let go, Hilda.”Let go?I let go alright.Of him. Of Alec. Of any illusion that I was ever anything but disposable to them.The warriors lead me

(Hilda) As if he can sense the turmoil inside me, my rescuer opens his arms and I collapse into them, resting my head against his wide, strong chest. The moment he wraps me in a tight embrace, I shatter. Sobbing into his chest, my body is shaking with the force of my anguish.He holds me close, gently stroking my hair and whispering soothing words that I can’t hear over the deafening roar of my emotions. Tilting my head up, my eyes meet his and madness overtakes me.Without hesitation, I press my lips to his, more than half expecting him to push me away. Instead he hugs me closer. The kiss is tentative at first, as though we’re testing the waters, but need soon eclipses everything else and I kiss him harder, my hands clutching his shirt so I can pull him closer.His lips move against mine with an intensity that leaves me breathless. Hands roam my back, tracing the curve of my spine, igniting a fire within me. The sound I made was swallowed by his kiss. Every caress feels like

(Soren)It’s a cold night, but the chill I feel has nothing to do with the weather. Cerelia lies sleeping soundly beside me, but her presence doesn’t calm me the way it usually does. Guilt gnaws at me, festering like an open wound. Hilda. The mere thought of her name is a dagger to my heart, twisting deeper with every breath I take. Where is she sleeping tonight? What’s Damon done to her?I’d made my decision in a moment of desperation and confusion, convincing myself it was the right thing to do. Handing her over to Damon as though she means nothing to me anymore.Hilda had been in a coma for a year, and the mate bond had faded after only a month. I mourned her with every breath I took. When I met Cerelia, it felt like fate was giving me a second chance. Now it seems that I’m more like the villain in a fairy tale.I’m not going to be able to sleep. The image of Hilda’s eyes, filled with pain and betrayal, haunts me. I promised her everything: love, loyalty, and the title

(Hilda)Arlo spins me around, his eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and betrayal. “After last night and this morning, is this honestly what you want?” I bite back a sob, trying to summon the strength to defy him. “Let me go, Arlo. I don’t belong to you.” His grip tightens as he shakes his head slowly. “You belong with me. We’re bonded, Hilda. You can’t deny what’s between us.” “Bonded?” I hiss, “Or trapped?” His eyes narrow, and a dangerous edge creeps into his voice. “If you were trapped I’d hardly be finding you all the way out here, now would I? Why are you running, Hilda? Or should the question be, who are you running to?” “Nobody,” I insist, my voice hoarse. “I don’t have anybody to run to, Arlo. I just want to be free and away from everyone and everything that can hurt me.” A flicker of doubt crosses his features, but it’s quickly replaced by suspicion. “Do you think I’m a fool? I know about Soren.” “Soren?” I echo, genuinely confused. “What does he have to do with t